The Intern Punishes Her Billionaire Boss Chapter 13

The Intern Punishes Her Billionaire Boss Chapter 13 The Life I Choose

Days turned into weeks, and the company settled firmly back on track. Leo was a natural leader-steady, reliable, and respected. Under his guidance, Dreamscape’s business thrived. Both the CloudHaven project and the southern cultural landmark turned out beautifully, earning the company an unparalleled reputation in the industry.

As for me, I went back to being the “idle one.” I still sat at the corner desk in the Design Department, but this time, no one dared to mistake me for a slacker. Every employee greeted me with a respectful “Ms. Hale when they passed by.

Young designers loved coming to me with their problems, and I never hesitated to share my experience. Watching the look of sudden understanding dawn on their faces filled me with more pride than signing a 100-million-dollar contract ever could.

I picked up my succulents again, lining them up on my small windowsill. In the afternoons, I’d brew a pot of my favorite flower tea, pair it with a few cookies, and flip through the latest design magazines at my leisure.I no longer needed to prove anything to anyone. This company was my greatest masterpiece, and I was its eternal backbone.

One day, several new interns joined the company-young, bright, and full of vitality, just like Ivy had been once. The HR Department director was showing them around, and when they reached my desk, she paused deliberately.

“This is our founder, Ms. Scarlett Hale.”

The interns’ eyes widened, and they looked at me awkwardly, bowing in unison. “Ms. Hale!”

I smiled and nodded at them. “Welcome aboard.”

The boldest of the group, glancing at the succulents and tea set on my desk, ventured a quiet question: “Ms. Hale… are we allowed to keep plants and eat snacks at our desks here?”

Before I could answer, a senior employee laughed and replied for me: “At our company, as long as you do your job well, you could throw a party at your desk if you wanted! That’s the rule Ms. Hale set for us!”

The office filled with warm laughter, and the interns relaxed, their faces lighting up with longing. As I watched them, I saw a younger version of myself-full of dreams, diving headfirst into this industry, eager to carve out a place of my own.

Ten years of trials and tribulations, yet my passion still burned bright. I was grateful that, after everything. I still loved what I did.

That afternoon, the sun was just right. I brewed a new batch of rose tea, its fragrance filling the air. My phone vibrated-a text from an unknown number: “Scarlett, I was wrong.”

No signature, but I knew it was Julian. Maybe in prison, he’d finally found the time to reflect. I stared at the message for a moment, feeling no desire to reply, and pressed delete.

Some mistakes can be forgiven. But some lines, once crossed, leave no room for turning back.

I looked up at the window. The sky was a clear blue, with clouds drifting lazily by. A young designer in a white shirt walked over, holding a blueprint, looking a little nervous. “Ms. Hale, do you have a minute?

There’s something here I’d love your opinion on…”

I smiled, set my phone aside, and took the blueprint from him. “Of course. Let’s take a look.”

The sun streamed through the glass window, warming my shoulders, calm and cozy. This was the life I’d always wanted. I was the founder of Dreamscape, the chairman who held all the cards. But I was also Scarlett-an ordinary person, free to enjoy the sun, tea, and the joy of design.

I raised my glass of beer, toasting the glittering city, to the reflection of myself in the glass wall. To this damned, wonderful life. To the fearless, unstoppable version of me.